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They built a train for me to cross the Sandusky River
A trestle over fast water
Spoke
Come over, come over soon
Anytime her whistle blows
Oh gentle night come
Be there when I open my eyes
Sway me like sashays on Saturdays
On late Saturday nights
My arms are wings not arms to fly away
Some say so, so say some now
While it is yet today
I shan’t tarry on the eve of departure
See how fast our water slips through these hands
Laugh last at Sandusky as I cross over her
Like a constellation on the run
Oh gentle night come if you will, if you might, you must
I will not miss your steps when I board
Or look back before
Who will cry a tear, who if not the river?
I will shed my quarry spall as if a feather knew
Let’s get past the carnival, the circus,
Past the tomfoolery of a strongman,
Bearded ladies, freaks, clowns and snake oil carnies.
Glide by serpents coiled in baskets rising to out of tune flutes
Out of touch players, fingers
I will stick my hand out the window to touch the trestle
Of wood as I cross the Sandusky with fondness
As I close my eyes into the gentle good night
Can you hear the river murmur as we pass around the bend
Out of sight?
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